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letra de tweets - chavo & pi’erre bourne

[intro]
ch-ch-chavo’s world 2
la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, chavo’s world, chavo’s world
la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, chavo’s world, chavo’s world

[chorus]
don’t respond to tweets, we’ll cross in the streets
heard you lost a bad b-tch, i got her, yeah, finder’s keepers
blowin’ weed in front police like i don’t even see ’em
hit the curb, rim cracked, ante up, head cracked
my dog ass hit a bad b-tch on the air mattress
ain’t call of duty, bruh, just call on me, i got a care package
she said “just take it easy”, had her hair wrapped up
i put it in the air like a pterodactyl

[verse 1]
now she actin’ bougie, she a prima donna (prima donna)
told her that she trippin’, i’ma put on this condom (put on this condom)
[?] pipe up, my young bull a bison (he is)
he told me he like pistols, shootin’ ’em exciting (oh yeah)
too much diamonds ’round my neck, they might try indict me (huh)
she said i left her in the cold, oh well, you move conniving
[?] but a n-gga hope you learn the science (facts)
my lil’ chocolate b-tch fine, i name her godiva (word)
had him slumped in his car, they couldn’t revive him
egg and waffle dates, took her to a diner
i have ’em laying where you lay, i can get you lined up
trap phone won’t stop ringing, i can hear it chiming (h-llo?)
[chorus]
don’t respond to tweets, we’ll cross in the streets
heard you lost a bad b-tch, i got her, yeah, finder’s keepers
blowin’ weed in front police like i don’t even see ’em
hit the curb, rim cracked, ante up, head cracked
my dog ass hit a bad b-tch on the air mattress
ain’t call of duty, bruh, just call on me, i got a care package
she said “just take it easy”, had her hair wrapped up
i put it in the air like a pterodactyl

[verse 2]
she wanna lay her ass on this tempur-pedic (uh-huh)
cooking hard in the apartments, had the tenants heated (d-mn)
i’m like floyd on the block ’cause i ain’t defeated
i think my first lil’ bad yellow ho named west rhodesia (nice)
hittin’ spanish b-tches now, they family in argentina (cómo está)
big money on my line, i can’t talk ’bout peanuts (h-llo?)
i be in saks, you tried to copy me and f-cked up the re-up (haha)
i got some lil’ n-ggas that look up to me ’cause i helped them re-up (facts)
i told her “come over, i need company”, now you can’t even see her (come here)
her car got towed, she parked in the wrong spot, i got it out next evening (i got you)
count up a fifty ball back to back in one day, that’s an achievement
paramedics came through and checked his pulse to see if he was even breathing (he’s outta there)

- chavo pierre bourne

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